50 CENT - Don't Wanna Talk About It Lyrics

I don't wan' talk about it
(50)
Man, I don't wanna talk about it
(Nah)
Man, I don't wan' talk about it
(Yeah)
And I don't wanna talk about it
(Wooh)

I make millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it

I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin' chickens, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it

These niggaz police
Go 'head, ask me what I'm ridin' in so I can say the Enzo
My bitch roll down the window so I could feel the wind blow
Got big enough for me to fiddle on my kinfolk

Bitches with me cruisin', 'Moulin Rouge' and
They fuckin' and they strippin' nigga, I ain't even trippin' nigga
Me I handle business, God's my only witness
Watchin' homicide, sayin', "Who the fuck did this?"

Me I run the street mayne, so I keep the heat mayne
Sews what you reap, when you fuck with the elite mayne
I don't fuck around boy, you better ask around boy
I hit you with the pound, leave yo' ass on the ground

For, you poppin' that bullshit, like I don't pull shit
Fully loaded clips and whips, get the grip, clip the bricks
Nigga we hittin' licks, stickin' shit, gettin' rich
That's why my name ring bells all around this bitch
Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent
(Wooh)
And I don't wanna talk about it
(Oh)

I make millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it

I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin' chickens, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it

And weekends are the chills, I'ma fuck her 'til she empty
Empty on you if you front, 'til your passenger is stuck
Give your ass a brand new scar, in need of a brand new car
I ain't them I'm different baby, I talk, you listen baby

Listen and I'll show you, how money controls you
I'll put you in my old school, and let you pop the switch
Pocketful in every packet, that's why I'm poppin' shit
I don't forgive, I don't forget, what you said, where you flip

When you get hit, I hope that's it, pop-pop, all on your whip
I, I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on that piff
Bye-bye, you fuckin' bitch, you ain't hot, you ain't rich
You a snitch

I make millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it

I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin' chickens, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk about it